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cleansing soul

I have been thinking about moving somethings in my room. My bed is right next to the window, and it actually bothers me a lot because the sun hits right through my windows and the heat practically intensifies, making my room really hot. Also, I want to build a little rack/drawer to put my books and have some flowers growing near my window. Finally put it to use. Also, I want to rid of huge furniture that I frankly find pointless because I only stack my mess there. My dad gets home tomorrow, so I'll let him know about my ideas. I hope it all works out in my favor.

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